Category: Poetry
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God is at Work
God is at work God is at work. God is at work. God is at work. We have seen the crust of time Open like a door to baby stars As ancient ones go nova, Opening the way for rebirth. Fear is healing Fear is healing. Fear is healing. This pain,…
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The Willow Am I
The Willow Am I Some people live in the night While owls of the morning sleep, And small raindrops creep in the dusk Like birds of prey upon the dewy grass. The Willow am I, punished by the hidden sun That laughs on the edge of night As…
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On Our Side of the Fence
On Our Side of the Fence On our side of the fence, We have no worries. The elderly Pin Oaks Sprawl their limbs like warm arms, Making shade and silence. Their wide berth absorbs the sounds Of sirens and screams. And brace us for wind. We have our wood…
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Pray for the One
Pray for the One Good deeds are acts of prayer To the light, our vanguard. This is the time when Acts of love are needed To fortify the One of which We all are, One Unity of Light, Strengthened by deeds for Others and Mother Earth. So pray.…
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This Sand
This Sand This sand, Tiny bits of earth and rock, Marking paths through thickets. This ground, stomped flat By those in search of berries, Ambling lovers With secrets in flowers. This sand, Tiny bits of earth and rock, Creating mosaics and desert dust Under hot sun, A bed…
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Manifest Love!
Manifest Love! Fear is deforming; Love is transforming. To change your view, Change your eyes. When one heart changes, So do all. Empower Soul; Empower Love! Copyright© Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com Image: “Fulfilled Heart” digital art ©Martha Harris See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog
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Abandoned Eyes
Abandoned Eyes Eyes are wise. With lids open to view, They deepen light into truth And soul into song. Eyes hold memories In colors that blaze from rainbows, Where owls take flight Before morning dawn. Eyes have will For those who choose. Eyes portend For those awake. Eyes…
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Becoming a Barista Favorite
February 12th was the first Promote Yourself Monday at Go Dog Go Cafe. We would like to share the Barista Favorite with all of you, written by Barbara Harris Leonhard at Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver. My body was a cage With only eyes for doors. My arms, contorted, Like branches twisted…
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The Sea Tree
The Sea Tree With trepidation, I set off Through the fierce waves That clash around my feet. I feel uprooted from Such a long journey. The salty broth sweeps me Along the green wetness; Misty are my memories Tossed behind Like dead leaves, Those other days. And now…
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Hope Was Not a Loss
This poem describes how I felt when I was paralyzed with measles encephalitis at the age of 6 going on 7. I could neither walk nor speak intelligibly. My arms and fingers were contracted. This time was very frightening. I went into a coma for a period of time. Though…
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